"Ahem, Young Marquis, do you think we'll make it back alive?" Qin An curled his entire body into the snow, his lips and face tinged with blue, speaking in a weak, breathless voice as if he were on the verge of death.
Qin Hu sighed inwardly. Qin An was entirely implicated because of him, and if things kept going this way, the two of them were dead for sure.
Those who wanted him dead hadn't managed to finish him off at court, so they were resorting to underhanded tricks and sucker punches in the army, pushing him straight toward the grave.
Chapter 697